Thanks.

Lay me down the long white line. Leave the sirens far behind me, paint my name in black and gold. My heart, my flame, my heart, my road. My heartland fade across the line, Heartland sing the faces shining in the failing, Heartland make the places mine.Clearly now the past mistakes, the giant steps we had to take. The path that ever promise made to, die in dream dissolve and fade.Behind the lines a face that glimmers still looking for a face that shines, in the promise in the placesI’m going to make them mine.